i want your pheromones

Lu Qianzhou's eyes flashed, and he was silent for two seconds and said, "Okay."

He turned around and locked the door, Qiao Jin heaved a sigh of relief but became inexplicably nervous. He glanced at the bed. Are they going to sleep on the same bed?

"Go take a shower." Lu Xianzhou looked around, saw his suitcase on the table, and walked over to help him find his pajamas.

Qiao Jin took the clothes and went into the bathroom obediently. Lu Xianzhou sat on the chair and was lost in thought. He pressed his brows a little tiredly, and opened the window to diffuse the pheromone smell in the room.

What Bo Xingze said was right, he deliberately asked Ning Lan to bring Qiao Jin over first, and let him be alone in this completely unfamiliar environment, stimulating him to think about himself.

The effect was not bad, his eyes lit up when he saw him, and he didn't hesitate even when facing Fang Rui, whom he liked.

He will stay with himself tonight, Lu Qianzhou guessed that he was afraid that he would leave again, and he would have to face those strangers alone again, although he might care partly, but it was still not love.

He wants too much, and Qiao Jin is not allowed to give him only a little return and gratitude, the love he wants to fully deliver.

If you have to push him again, he will soften his heart when he acts like a baby, Qiao Jin will never know what true love is.

"Brother, I'm done washing."

Qiao Jin stood at the door of the bathroom, his hair was wet, his eyes were also wet from the heat, and he didn't dare to come forward without him for fear that he would get angry.

"come over."

Qiao Jin moved over slowly, struggled reflexively when Lu Qianzhou grabbed his wrist, and paused when he noticed his eyes, and swallowed his saliva with nervousness.

"Don't be afraid, I said I won't mention the matter of marking you again, so I won't break my promise. I'll blow dry your hair." Lu Qianzhou said, picked up the hair dryer, got up and let him sit on the chair, and used his own He tested the temperature of the wind with his hand before blowing it for him.

Qiao Jin's heartbeat was disturbed, and he grasped the fabric of the pajamas with both hands, letting his gentle hands caress his hair.

"You met Fang Rui today, didn't you ask her for an autograph?"

As soon as Qiao Jin heard Fang Rui's name, he felt a little depressed, and lowered his eyes in inferiority: "I just wish I could see Teacher Fang once, no, there is no need for an autograph."

"Yeah." Lu Xianzhou was silent for a while, and then asked him: "Did Zhu Chuan take you out for a stroll this afternoon? He likes to play, and although he looks like a courtesan, he can barely rely on it." Spectrum."

Qiao Jin looked up: "What is a courtesan?"

"...I meant to praise him for his good looks. By the way, did your mother and Feng Yusheng call you and ask you to give me some pillow talk?"

Qiao Jin nodded: "I found it."

"What did you tell them?"

Qiao Jin didn't tell them, but he still asked Lu Xianzhou unpreparedly, "They asked me to blow the pillow wind for you, but we didn't sleep on a pillow, so how should we blow it?"

Lu Jianzhou paused, and the hair dryer moved a little closer. Qiao Jin said in a low voice, "It hurts."

"Sorry." Lu Xianzhou touched his scalded scalp, held it a little farther away, and slightly stabilized his fluctuating pheromones. Qiao Jin is really too provocative.

This kind of unknowing instinct has a straightforward desire in its innocence. In fact, it doesn't understand anything, and that desire is just the filth that exists in his heart alone.

Lu Qianzhou put down the hair dryer, straightened his pajamas and said, "Go to bed and play with your phone, I'll take a shower."

Lu Qianzhou doesn't really believe that he can lie on the same bed with Qiao Jin and do nothing, especially when this person uses pheromones to "tick" him from time to time.

Even if he is a saint, he cannot resist the mutual attraction of pheromones.

He stayed in the bathroom for a while longer, and for the first time let himself imagine Qiao Jin crying in his arms, recalling the smell of his pheromone, and came out only after he resolved it.

Qiao Jin didn't know what he was looking at, his brows were tightly frowned, and when he saw him coming out, he frantically turned off his phone.

"What are you looking at behind my back? I'm so nervous." Lu Xianzhou laughed a little, "Don't worry, I don't have the habit of checking my family's mobile phones. As long as I don't have sex with others, I have no objection."

Qiao Jin quickly shook his head: "I don't."

"Well, it's fine if you don't have one." Lu Xianzhou didn't go to bed, sat on the sofa by the window sill, raised his chin and shook it at him, "something fell."

Qiao Jin looked down and quickly picked it up.

After saying this, there was a sudden silence. Qiao Jin had never been the one to speak up, and it was Lu Qianzhou who said something and he responded.

In the past, he hoped not to see Lu Qianzhou, and if he had to be alone, he didn't want to scare him, but now he suddenly felt that he would panic when he didn't speak.

"Brother...don't you go to bed?"

Lu Qianzhou said, "Well, I sleep on the sofa."

Qiao Jin looked at the couch he was sitting on, it looked quite spacious, but Lu Qianzhou was too tall and looked cramped and cramped, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He clenched his hands tightly, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, "I'm sorry."

"Why did you apologize again?" Lu Xianzhou actually didn't like to hear him say these three words. Whenever he couldn't find the answer or didn't know how to do it, his instinct was to apologize.

He hoped that Qiao Jin would think clearly about whether he wanted to be himself, not for his obedience and apology.

"Yes... If you don't want to sleep with me, then change, change another room, don't sleep on the sofa." Qiao Jin looked at him nervously, stuttering at a loss: "Or let me, I sleep on the sofa, you Don't... I..."

"Jojo."

"Ah, ah?"

"Take it easy, speak slowly, and say what you want."

He kept himself tonight and invited him to go to bed. Lu Xianzhou secretly hoped that he would understand a little bit, and try to be as gentle as possible and say to him: "Don't worry."

Qiao Jin wanted to shed tears anxiously with red eyes, he didn't know what he wanted, it was stuffed in his heart and brain like a mess, and he couldn't find the source at all.

Lu Qianzhou forced him to say, "If you make it clear, I will promise you."

"I don't know... I'm sorry I'm so, so stupid, if only I was smarter."

Yang Qin has always taught him that if he is not very smart, don't make decisions without authorization, just listen to other people's words, and after many years, he will no longer decide what he wants by himself.

Feng Chaoen ridiculed him as an autistic little mentally handicapped, which made him dare not say what he wanted, and just shrank and endured it blindly.

Qiao Jin pinched his fingers tightly, and said as if hurting himself: "I... have a bad brain, I'm too stupid, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lu Xianzhou's heart ached, he stood up and walked over to pat him on the head to comfort him: "It's all right, Qiao Qiao is not stupid, you just didn't think it through."

Qiao Jin couldn't help being wronged by his embrace, and lay in his arms sobbing, "Brother, don't you want me anymore?"

"No, I will never want you."

"Then why didn't you hug me? You didn't hug me when you came here today." Qiao Jin is very used to Lu Qianzhou's hugs and occasional kisses that are tricky and abducted. The indifference made him feel uneasy.

Lu Qianzhou breathed a sigh of relief helplessly, stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, brother forgot, see if you hug him now."

Qiao Jin wiped his eyes, and let out a "huh" with a slight cry.

Lu Qianzhou let go of him, but he grabbed his sleeve again, "Where are you going?"

"I'll come up to sleep with you." Lu Xianzhou rubbed his hair, walked to the other side of the bed with his eyes, lifted the quilt and got on the bed, a little far away from him.

"Go to sleep."

Qiao Jin blinked his reddish eyes and lay down obediently. He took a few deep breaths as if he didn't dare to say anything, looking at the distance between the two of them, he felt a little sore in his heart.

Obviously he has already gone to bed, today he is gentler than ever before, he is not aggressive, nor is he bullying like when he tricked him to tease him, he just feels that Lu Qianzhou is far away from him.

Qiao Jin wanted to reach out and grab it, but Lu Qianzhou's lukewarm attitude made him not know what to grab, so he squeezed his fingers in vain.

"Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

At this moment, Lu Xianzhou's phone rang, it was a video call, he turned around to get it, and the word Momo jumped on the screen.

He picked it up, and his silent face was immediately displayed on the screen.

"Hey, old man, why aren't you home."

There was a smile in the corner of Lu Xianzhou's eyes, but his voice was low: "Little bastard is not big or small, can you find me if you need anything?"

It was still daytime in Pingzhou, so he turned his phone around, "I'm on winter vacation, why is there no one in your house, where is your wife?"

Lu Qianzhou said: "Professor Fu is getting married, I'm coming to attend the wedding, you call Ning Lan to live with her, we will go back the day after tomorrow."

Lu Mo said "Oh" and said, "Hang up."

Qiao Jin watched the conversation between the two, and then looked at the smile on the corners of Lu Xianzhou's eyes and brows, "Who is he?"

"Brother's son." Lu Xianzhou explained to him: "The last time I took you back, he wasn't there, and he always followed me during the holidays. The bigger kid, the three adults can't figure him out."

Qiao Jin opened his mouth wide in surprise, "He...he only looks so small."

Lu Xianzhou smiled and said, "Well, you look at Ling Yi's little devil king who is not afraid of anything, and you are afraid of him."

Qiao Jin didn't know whether it was envy or what, he lowered his eyes and said, "If only I were like this."

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing." Qiao Jin lingered on the tip of his tongue for a long time before asking him: "Then why isn't he at home? I'm going to spend the holiday with you."

"Brother doesn't like silence, there is no relationship between father and son."

Qiao Jin was a little puzzled: "Why?"

"Mo Mo was also naughty when Ling Yi was so big. Once Mu Shuanglan picked him up from school because of his unintentional naughtiness and almost caused him to be hit by a car, but fortunately it was only a little scratch. The elder brother slapped him and punished him. Kneeling in the room and thinking about it, you are not allowed to eat until you can’t figure it out.”

Qiao Jin was stunned, "Huh?"

"Momo has been smart since he was a child, and he is more thoughtful and delicate than ordinary people. In addition, his elder brother has little concern for him, so the father and son have no relationship. They often go to the company to play with Ning Lan during the holidays."

Qiao Jin was lost in thought, and Lu Xianzhou continued: "He is actually better than many children. He never caused trouble by Ning Lan's side. Apart from being neither big nor small, he is still a likable brat. .”

"Why doesn't elder brother like him? Isn't he his son?" Qiao Jin bit his lip, unable to figure it out: "Elder brother looks so gentle, how could he hit him?"

"He suspects Momo is not his child."

"what?!"

"He knows that Momo is his child, but he just wants to use this reason to keep Mu Shuanglan, and grab his seven inches."

It is impossible for a suspicious person like Lu Pingyan not to check Mo Mo's identity. In his heart, Mo Mo is just a tool to keep his sweetheart.

"You mean, big brother and..."

"Ah."

Lu Qianzhou touched his face, and said softly: "If that little bastard doesn't respect you, you can just teach him a lesson. If he dares to be rebellious, just tell me and help him teach him a lesson."

Qiao Jin only felt sorry for Momo, and quickly shook his head and said, "Don't, don't attack him, he is so pitiful."

Lu Qianzhou laughed and said, "You still have the heart to feel sorry for others, idiot."

The author has something to say: QAQ did not know who to feel sorry for for a while, and fell into deep thought.jpg